(૨ SONG. 1. Y E little Loves, that round her wait, As CELIA on, her Pillow lies, Ah, gently Whisper, STREPHON dies II. If this will not her Pity move, And the proud Fair difdains to love; Smile, and fay, 'tis all a Lye, And haughty STREPHON fcorns to dye Upon Upon feeing a LADY Embroider. S in the Web Amynta tries, From Nature's felf, to win the Prize; The CHOICE. "O, I fhan't envy him, whoe'er he be, N° That ftands upon the Battlements of State; Stand there who will for me, I'd rather be Secure than Great In being fo high, the Pleasure is but fmall. But great the Ruin if I chance to fall. Let me in fome filent Shade fecurely lie, Whilft others place their Joys In Popularity and Noife; Let my foft Minutes glide ferenely on, Like fubterranean Streams unheard, unknown. Thus, when my Days are all in Silence past, . To him a mighty Mifery, Who to the World was popularly known, 1 TRAN HE Queen, who gives foft Wifhes Birth, My Mind afresh with Love inspire. Bright Glycera revives the Smart, The Flame that kindles in my Heart, The 1 The Polish of her Neck out-fhines The Marble of the Parian Mines: A Face too dazzling for the Eye. And leaves her Cyprian Groves unblest : Of hardy Scythians put to Flight; These Rites the GODDESS will appease, And give my frantick Bosome case. |